Merciless winter
By: Mushtaq Hurrah
You can’t be so callous,
O winter!
Greens, flowers, woods
Are all dead
Empty nests and
Mute chirping chitters
Are enough to prove
Your brutality
The blood is frozen
The tongue is mute
The hands are numb
The eyes are moist
A brood of chicken
Is cursing you
For snatching
Its silver cord
Hapless men
In their torpid hands
Are carrying
The coffin of the spring
Bumblebees are singing
The sad songs
The Narcissus
Is half dead
Chilly winds
Have enslaved
The earth
The sun is behind
The horrible clouds
Pointed icicles are looking
Extremely murderous
Than deadly daggers
Poisonous frost
Has devoid the flora
Of glimmering greenery
Amid this bone-chilling cold
An insane looking
Daring fellow
Has taken a pledge
To bring back
The spring
From the distant cemetery
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